A few days ago I had a dream that I came up with a brilliant idea for a small business I was going to start. It was a portable sushi bar that I put in an old converted mail truck.
I wanted to cut cost in my dream, so I wouldn't have to spend a ton of money on complicated sushi rolls, or sake, or gasoline. I racked my brains in my dream, trying to think of something that would sell. I had an idea to sell only beer and sushi and follow music festivals, moving from festival to a catering vendor when business was slow.
I laughed to myself in my dream. What a crazy hipster idea, maybe I should just sell pabst blue ribbon and call it the blue velvet. I got excited in my dream and woke myself up.
When I woke up, I thought of funny shit that would make the business possible (When I woke up, I had a power bar and a glass of pinot Gris). I thought of funny food that could be on the menu, the beamount roll, Booth roll, Vallas roll, sandy tempura, the yellow suit sashimi, velvet miso, ECT.
Sushi and pabst, hipster kids would eat it up, I even thought of having Frank booth holding his gas mask to his face, airbrushed on the side of the truck, next to the truck name The Blue Velvet.
I hoped on Itunes and made a mix for myself, of what I would listen to in my dream world when I was selling sushi; this is the mix I made.